Chapter one:
"Serenity, get your brother and get out of here! Now!" my mother screamed at me, trying to shield herself from the flames. Her wand was withdrawn, but it was no good. She sent another water spell towards the fire, but it was no use. My mummy's spells were nothing compared to this fire. Whoever had made this fire was evil and would someday regret ever entering this house. But he was long gone, leaving our house in ruins and my father, dead.
I nodded, wiping the tears away from my 3 year old face and running up the stairs to my brothers bed room. I could hear screaming coming from his room, making my cry even harder. I didn't want to know what was happening behind that door, unsure of what I would find. I just wanted to be safe in my room, playing the guitar Mummy had got for me at me last birthday, not trying to save my brother from a dark fire.
I ran down the hall, and quickly opened the door to my brother's nursery. He was crying his eyes out, and had the look of fear in his eyes. There were flames surrounding his crib, no space for me to get to him and save his life.
That wasn't going to stop me.
Without giving it a second thought, I ran straight through the fire, not even noticing the burns. I ran for my brother, my arms outstretched, ready to save him.
I grabbed the little baby, turned around, back though the fire, and into the hall. Just as I was turning to go down the stairs, they gave in, crumbling to the ground.
We were trapped.
We were going to die.
My little brother, Jason, started screaming in fright. He must have sensed that we were trapped.
"Jay, don't worry, it's going to be ok, I promise," I cried, more trying to convince myself than him. I turned around and looked for another exit.
The window.
I knew it was our only hope of surviving, so I took it. I ran back down the hall, with my baby brother still in my hands and entered my room. It was the only one that wasn't in ruins.
I set down Jason, and ran for my bed and grabbed my pillow. Then I opened the window and threw it out. I ran back to grab Jason when I saw it.
My guitar.
The only way of remembering my past life.
I rushed towards it and picked it up, and tossed it out the window.
Then I turned back to Jason, who was still screaming with all his might and picked him up.
The fire broke into my room.
It was moving fast, threatening to engulf my brother and I whole.
Then I ran for it, jumping out of the window and onto the pillow, which was by no means any softer than the ground. But at that point, it didn't matter.
All that mattered was getting out of here alive.
Seven Years Later
Why did I always have to have that dream the day of my birthday? I asked myself as I shakily got out of my bed and walked over to my bathroom.
I examined the scars on my legs from that very day. They were no ordinary scars. They were scars that could only be left my a very powerful and dark fire. They had strange patterns on them. Twists and twirls covered my lower leg.
I don't understand how they even got there, when I ran through that fire, I felt no pain at all. I had been told multiple times that it was because I was to scarred to feel the pain of the fire. But it still didn't make sense to me. A lot of things don't make sense to me.
I guess that's just how my life works.
So I know this is shorter then what I usually write, but I felt like this was a good place to stop, but don't worry the next chapters will be longer! Please review! Like I said in There's No Way, if you review my story, I will review yours! Thats all I have to say!
~LilyLuna232